Characters/Allowed: Ingrid and anyone.
I had finished work early, deciding rather early in the day that I would need a strong drink after all this. One of our sellers from Eastern Bulgaria had been arrested, and so we were short on stock. Not to mention Mr Borgin decided that he would go and mix up all my receipts, so I had no idea what I was meant to be recieving and when. It was all very confusing, not to mention irritating.
I got changed into a shift dress and heels, letting my hair down and putting on my black coat, before walking down to the muggle bar down the road. I would watch all the muggles being silly and completely unaware, it would lighten my mood. I walked into the pub, inhaling the smell of cigarette smoke and sitting up by the bar. "One Amaretto sour, on the rocks." I glared at the bartender, confunding him under the counter so that I didn't have to pay for the drink.